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Flying Lemming, 15 listopada 2011

Pop-up Adverts and how They Crush Your Soul

I sat by my screen intending to write
An ode to the woman who gives my soul flight
Start up the computer and run through my mind
To see what emotions and feelings I find

‘Your eyes make my heart beat so fast it’ll pop’
(pop) SHOOT THE DANCING BEARS HAT AND WIN A LAPTOP!

I click the advert closed and try to regroup
My thoughts and my dreams and take another swoop

‘Your smile gives me joy other people wont know’
(pop) JOIN OUR NEW ON-LINE HYPER CASINO!

My flow interrupted again by this ad
I close it and try to get back what I had

‘Without you by me the world becomes scarier’
(pop) MEET OTHER HOT SINGLES WHO LIVE IN YOUR AREA!

A scowl, a click, I growl and flick my screen back to my ode
I try again to board my train of thought back down the road

‘Your voice gives me love, all my heart will allow’
(pop) FREE SMILIES AND POINTERS FOR YOU TO OWN NOW!

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I pick up my paper and ready my pen
To start to create my poem again

‘Your soft touch sends sparks all over my skin,
Like the sparks that fly from the computer in my bin’.

9/8/2007

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Flying Lemming, 17 listopada 2011

I Am Pigeon

I am pigeon hear me coo
I’m not glamorous this is true
In every city of every country
There is a chance you will see me

Before I hop off into the distance I want to make a few remarks
We may not have the same glory as swallows, hawks or larks
But we are multi-national, the true birds of peace that’s us
We hobble on regardless with no ego and no fuss
People try to poison us, they call us ‘rats with wings’
Just ‘cos we’re not romantic like a nightingale that sings

But we will fight this persecution
With our pigeon revolution

We’re the only beauty of wing in the city
When other birds take flight we’re still sitting pretty
On high ledges and on windows we will gather everywhere
Sitting between the plastic prongs designed to stop us sitting there

So please throw us a crumb, from wherever you come
Whatever country, party or religion, there will always be a pigeon

Sunday, May 25, 2008

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Flying Lemming, 20 listopada 2011

There's Someone In My Head And It Isn't Me

There’s someone there behind my eyes
Who I have grown to despise
He’s with me wherever I go
When I say yes, he says no

At school when the bullies shoved
He told me it was weak to blub
When the teachers held me back
He begged for me to just attack

When growing up he burned in me
Each time I suffered more cruelty
The men who’d keep me in my place
The women who just laughed in my face

He’d mutter ‘you must make them pay’
For treating you this awful way’
But I would keep him buried deep
Although the strain would make me weep

At work, like school, I was kept down
I was the joke, the office clown
The bullies were still haunting me
But now had power and money

I’d never fit, I had no chance
I had no fun, no slight romance
A humiliation every day
The man inside would burn away

Telling me he’d take no more
Of retributions kept in store
And how they’d curse the slaps and jibes
And settle debts with all their lives

When I get pushed he growls so low
When angry he wants it to show
When I'm polite he snipes and sneers
He’s got much louder in recent years

There is someone behind my eyes
And now inside my hand
And now he’s picking up that gun
I hope you’ll understand

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Flying Lemming, 25 grudnia 2011

Christmas Chaos

Dashing to the shower
Dashing to get dressed
Dashing to the car to get to town before the rest

Queuing for a parking space
Queuing for the shops
Queuing for the tills, the waiting never stops

Pushing to the counter
Pushing through the mob
Pushing passed with bulging bags, such a tiring job

Folding paper round the gifts
Folding cards all day
Folding licked envelopes that taste in a foul way

Laughing with your family
Laughing with pure love
Laughing in joy at Christmas, it’s worth all of the above

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Flying Lemming, 10 grudnia 2011

An Idiot

I'd love to be an idiot,
And never have a care.
About the crap that's in the sea,
Or poison in the air.

I want to be an idiot,
And never be afraid.
Of the snipers deadly gun,
Or muggers slicing blade.

I long to be an idiot,
And live in my own world.
Where violence doesn't raise its head,
And no abuse is hurled.

I beg to be an idiot,
Not waiting by the phone.
And even when I'm by myself,
I'd never feel alone.

I wish to be an idiot,
A dim and dozy dope.
Whatever things went wrong with life,
I'd never give up hope.

Yes, if I was an idiot,
Hatred, hurt and pain.
Would never ever bother me
And I'd be born again.

But, if I was an idiot,
And missed out all the strife.
I'd miss out all the other things,
That make up every life.

The heartfelt words, the warmth, the love,
The closeness and all that.
I don't want to be an idiot,
I think I'll stay a PRAT